Twigs snap in a haste
as you struggle through the chase;
best pick up the pace.
Twigs snap in a haste
as you struggle through the chase;
best pick up the pace.
Humming soothes the soul
like a gentle songbird’s tune;
music can heal all.
Electricity
sparks crackling between us two.
What are the chances?
Moving day arrives
on a cold September day;
leaves vacate their home.
Brisk chill in the air,
change is inevitable.
Colors bloom in trees.
A crooked road waits
for a weary traveler
to misplace his step.
Streak across the sky
but on the ground they jet by
obliviously.
Clouds rumble above:
drip, splish, splash, drip, drop, plop, crash.
Blue skies on cleansed earth.
As the crow flies east,
a new dawn breaks in my sight,
a heart in my chest.
Silent late night strolls
in the chill of the moonlight;
stars in your eyes shine.